Page 68 of Renegade

I managed to get her bra off with one hand, while the other untied her sweat pants. As much as I wanted to sink into her, I took the time to grab a condom before sitting back down on the couch. Lauren climbed back into my lap and I almost came just from watching her mouth as I slowly sank into her. It opened wider and wider until it looked like she was screaming soundlessly.

It was right about then that my cell phone started ringing. I ignored it and thrust up into her, eliciting a soft moan from that sexy mouth.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and rocked her hips forward, pulling me in deeper. “Mike,” she whispered. “I’m close.”

My phone rang again and I cursed. I was not stopping right now. I slid my hands under her ass and moved her faster to the soundtrack of my ringtone and her moaning.

Her hands tightened and then her mouth fell open as a shudder worked its way through her body. I’d been so focused on getting her to come last night that I hadn’t paid much attention to the way she looked when she actually did.

She was so fucking perfect.

My phone began chiming with text messages, but I had more important things on my mind. Like how to make Lauren’s face do that all over again.

Her eyes fluttered open as she came back down to earth. “Do you need to answer that?”

I shook my head and clenched my teeth. I needed to focus. Just as her eyes began to close and her mouth dropped open again, someone began beating on the front door.

“What the hell?” Lauren clutched her chest and froze.

I slid her off my lap and grabbed her clothes off the floor. “Go into the bedroom and lock the door. Okay?”

She nodded shakily, but did as I said. The person sounded like they were trying to break the goddamn door down.

I pulled my boxers on over my still painfully hard dick and grabbed my gun from the dining room table before going over to it. I looked through the peephole and saw my father.

“Fuck.”

I threw it open. “What the fuck do you want?”

He laughed as he took me in, “Watch how you talk to me, Junior. Why weren’t you answering your phone. Too busy boning Little Red Riding Hood? She’s a piece.”

I grabbed him by his shirt and growled, “Don’t say a fucking thing about her.”

He wrenched himself free and sarcastically responded, “We got a mess for you to clean up if you can spare some time.”

I hadn’t spoken to him in four years. I found after thirty seconds that I hadn’t missed it. “Let me get dressed. Wait out here—you’ll scare her.”

He grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Oh, Junior. You afraid if she meets your daddy, she might wanna trade up? You fucked her, now drop her and get back to work.”

I resisted the urge to hit him. I didn’t have any fear that I couldn’t take him, but I knew that Grey would come down on me for it. So, I played the part of good little soldier and went back inside to get dressed.

Once the front door was locked behind me, Lauren poked her head out of the bedroom. “What was that? Is everything okay?”

No. I’m indebted to an outlaw MC that expects me to drop everything every time they snap their fingers.

Instead, I gave her a reassuring smile. “Yeah, one of your neighbors came home drunk and ended up at the wrong apartment. I did check my messages though and I’ve got to get down to the station. Can we finish this later?”

She looked over at the clock. “It’s getting late and I’ve got to work tomorrow. Call me?”

I crossed the room in two strides and took her in my arms. “Absolutely. Get some sleep.” After a quick kiss, I faced the firing squad waiting on her porch.

“Let’s go.”

My father smoked a cigarette leisurely while leaned against the railing on the stairs. “No, fuck it. You’ve obviously got something more pressing to deal with. What I wanna know is when you got desperate enough to fuck the same chick twice—that ain’t your M.O.”

He was right. It wasn’t. And now, I remembered why. The MC knew everything about me, including all the people in my life. They kept tabs on those people.

After vaguely admitting that her upbringing had been rough, would she really be okay with dating a guy who was in bed with a one percenter motorcycle gang?

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